The National Mall is a place I don't visit often enough. Thanks to a childhood friend of mine, I attended a Shabbos lunch on the grass field below the Washington Monument only to be greated by an abbundance of kites in the sky and a therapeutic walk around the tidal basin.
Here are some of the highlights of playing tourist in my own town:








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